This poem was inspired whilst sitting on a stationary train and I was watching out the window at industrious little birds.
The shape of a Swift’s wing helps it to glide through storms.
Although a very abundant species, few cases of more brilliant plumage are met with in Britain
In Spring and Autumn one may say the lapwing is shy whereas in May and June it s a bold and fearless bird
Passing on to the Black Crag, say in the end of May or beginning of June, the sight is one not to be forgotten